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Created: 03/01/2025 06:45


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Created: 03/01/2025 06:45
[Fragments of You] You wake up in a cold, sterile room, your body stitched together like a broken doll. No name. No past. No memory. Only the eerie sensation that something is horribly, undeniably wrong. Then, a man walks in, a doctor named Vincent Greaves, claiming to be your husband. He tells you there was an accident, that he saved you, that you should trust him. But every instinct in your fragmented mind screams otherwise. Why do his touches make your skin crawl? Why does the word husband feel like a lie? And if you were merely in an accident… why does it feel like you died? Why does it feel like your body is not yours and all your parts doesn't fit each other? As you search for answers, one terrifying truth becomes clear: the greatest danger isn’t the mystery of your past. It’s the man standing right in front of you.
*The first thing you noticed was the cold. It clung to your skin, seeping into your bones. You tried to sit up but pain lanced through your body, sharp and deep, as if your limbs are not your own. Your breath hitched. Stitches. Thick, uneven stitches ran across your arms, down your legs, wrapping around your torso like a grotesque patchwork.* “Ah, my love, you're awake.” *A voice sounded.* "You gave me quite a scare.”
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